Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

52

"Why do you always do things to me when I'm asleep?"

"Because you can't yell at me." Luke retorted as he moved the airbrush.

He changed the color to black and brushed the machine over his wrist. I felt paper brush against the back of my thigh.

"That's just some plastic wrap so the paint doesn't rub off on the seat."

I nodded, feeling his fingers press against my thigh. He got back to work, the black paint sticking to my skin.

"What are you painting?" I asked.

"You'll see." Luke murmured, "Please stop moving."

"I'm bored. When I'm bored I move around alot." I whined.

"Text Calum or something." Luke said, handing me his phone.

"Its locked." I stated.

"11201993." He told me.

I cooed at him and put in my birthday. I pressed Calum's contact.

M: Hiya, its Mikey
C: Hey, wasup
M: Just bored so Luke gave me his phone
C: XD have u seen his pics yet?
M: ????
C: *pic attached* (photo of Luke's camera roll)

"Luke..." I whispered.

"What, babe?" He grunted, messing with the airbrush.

I showed him the phone and he just shrugged.

"You're really cute when you're not paying attention." He said.

"So you take pictures of me when I'm not paying attention?" I asked.

Luke nodded and leaned up, kissing my cheek. I blushed and went back to texting calum.

M: Its sweet
C: Then there's Ashton's camera roll
M: ???
C: Its r-rated mister innocent
C: Btw u need to try and hide your limp better
M: Idk what ur talking abt
C: Uh huh...i have gym W/ Luke, I c wat u do to his back
M: CALUM!!!
M: Im done talking to you
C: Alright XD bye

"Calum's mean." I pouted, giving Luke his phone back.

The blond tucked the device into his pocket and went back to work.

"I'm almost done." Luke told me, "Don't look yet."

I looked around the small office. It was nothing special, just old and dusty.

"Alright." He said, setting his air brush down. "You can look."

I looked down at my thigh. It looked like a black lace choker with a big red rose in the front.

"There's some on the back too." Luke said.

I stood up and held onto my skirt so it wouldn't smudge the paint. Luke peeled the plastic wrap off and grabbed an old motorcycle mirror off the desk.

I looked at the mirror and saw that one the back, the black lace continued and it looked like a knife was tucked under the lace.

"That's really good." I whispered, looking at the artwork.

The knife looked exactly like the one he had tattooed on his arm.

"Can you take some pictures and send them to my email?" I asked.

"yeah, what's your email?" He asked as he took a photo of my thigh.

"BabyBoy_PikaMika_Michael" I mumbled.

"Cute." Was all he said as he continued to take photos of the art.

"It would make a good tattoo one day." I spoke.

He quickly dissed his artwork, telling me it wasn't that good.

"Yes it is." I fought back stubbornly.

"Hey, don't do that, Mikey." Luke said, noticed how I crossed my arms over my chest.

I shook my head and jetted my bottom lip out.

"Baby, don't pout." He whined.

"Your artwork is beautiful, babe. I wish you saw that." I said sadly.

"You see it, baby. That's all that matters." Luke stated, wrapping his arms around my waist.

He softly pressed his lips to my temple.

"Its getting late and your mum's probably wondering where you are." He murmured.

"Alright, let's get going."

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Im bad at endings but whatever

changed Mikey's bday yr for the story, he's younger than Lucas

~Cookie Xx